To my friends who are reading this:

The characters who got picked on are ALL MADE UP. Okay? Okay.

(GGGGRRRRR Evil line thingy's not working!)

Laser tag is a great thing to do when you're bored.

THANK GOD Kioshi asked me to go, because I had nothing to do on Saturday. Seriously. Well, besides that whole babysitting thing, but yeah, like that counts.

I had fun. I was wearing a pretty bright color so everyone could see me, but I didn't really care. I was falling all over people, and vice versaMe and Timmy, the only freshman on the drumline, lost. And we were supposed to pay for everyone's lunch. I was all: "yeah right," but Timmy was actually very chivalrous and actually went to pay for all eight of us, Dalia(a dramageek/non-band-geek much like Matthew, though he's not going go to be in a production this year), Lily(one of my non-band-geek friends), Kioshi, Matthew(a sophomore trumpet), Allen(who "accidentally" groped me in the dark), me, and himself, but everyone really just meant it as a joke.

Laser tag spanned only about an hour, two at most, so we went to a movie after that, watching Talladega Nights and making fun of it.

But even all of THAT wasn't enough, I suppose, because we all ended up at Timmy's house and went swimming for like, ever. His little brother Joey came out, too, wanting to join in on the fun, but then his little girlfriend or whatever called him and he went off to talk to her.

Though he came back very soon and jumped in because why would you want to talk to your twelve-year-old girlfriend when you can hang in the pool with high school girls in bikinis, that we all looked quite good in, I think, despite our own objections.

My older sister came to pick me up and Piper was there, too. It was one of the first times I felt that I looked better than Piper. I mean, she was all sweaty and stuff, and I was wearing a towel and beads of water was dripping into that little space between my boobs, which I know for a fact the guys weren't ignoring. I hugged everyone and left with my sisters, then pretty much slept until my dad woke me up at six and told me to get ready and that we were going to South Carolina for a family reunion.

A day of driving and cheek-pinching and I was back home, trying to get some headway on my history project.

So when Monday rolled around, I was so deprived from lack of sleep and I totally wasn't giving band practice my all. Plus Cammie and Airi were freaking out and asking me how the whole laser tag thing went. I told them about Allen and the whole "accidental" groping thing. But he grew the balls to apologize for it, even though I was kind of making a big deal out of it.

But you would, too. It freaking HURT! And it was giving me some-not-so great flashbacks to other stuff that's happened in my life, which I'm not going to take the time to tell you because, quite frankly, it's my business and you better be lucky that I'm even telling you all that I am!

The whole week was really just work, work, work. I barely had enough time to finish my projects for various classes(but that may be because I was procrastinating), let alone practice my flute and do the two hour practice sessions after school. I almost couldn't go to church on Wednesday because of my workload, but I pulled it off, being the genius that I am.

Shut-up.

The game on Friday wasn't too remarkable. We did pretty well on our half-time show, and some flirting ensued between Kioshi and I, but nothing major. The weekend, all three days of it, weren't very exciting either.

I don't even know why I bothered to say that. I mean, I must be boring you all silly! So I'll get to the GOOD stuff, which happened at the game versus Lebanon.

First of all, we have two hours of leisure time before our rehearsal. You can go home if you want, but like, no one does. We just hang out around the school and stuff, being the bandgeeks that we are.

After the bell rang, me, Airi, and Timmy were heading towards a stairwell at the end of a hallways on the first floor. I was walking backwards, and I fell, falling right on my butt. I even slid back a ways as well. I had to admit it was pretty funny, though I'm pretty sure I bruised it. My butt, I mean. Evil rock-hard wallets...

When we were heading towards the foreign language wing, some of our REALLY dorky bandgeek friends, Joe(a small-ish clarinet) and Martin(a small-ish saxophone) had just gotten smashed into their lockers by some bigger guys. (A/N: Joe and Martin are made-up, okay? But feel free to insert any clarinet or saxophone whom you think deserve this somewhat and I won't mind...)

"Hey! Leave them alone!" I was completely outraged. NO ONE picks on the bandgeeks and gets away with it. NO FREAKING WAY. It just ISN'T done. Well, if I have anything to do with it, anyways...

The larger boys just kept on laughing. "Yeah, and what are you gonna do about it?" one of them asked.

"Don't underestimate my power!" I yelled back.

That made him laugh. "Yeah right, you're just a little geeky slut!"

I took offense at that. I mean, wouldn't you? These guys didn't even know me. They had no right to judge me. And anyways, I was wearing that dark blue CHS marching band shirt that came down to my thighs, practically, and blue jeans with NO holes. I did not look one bit slutty. I wasn't even wearing make-up for goodness's sake! Maybe he thought that because I was stroking my sore bottom...

I was willing to let it go. I mean, they were pretty dumb anyway, they were gonna get it sometime soon. They were gonna call a girl a slut and her boyfriend's gonna be there and he's gonna beat the stuffing out of him. Far be it from me to stop it, let me tell you. So there I was, walking away. I mean, Joe and Martin had run off so those boys couldn't pick on them anymore, well, as long as they stayed near the band room, when I had this bang. I turned around and saw the boy who had called me a slut, slammed against a locker, his feet completely off the ground.

Timmy was at the other end, a fistful of shirt in one hand and a sneer on his face. "Apologize to her! She is not a slut and does not deserve to be called one!"

The other guy had run off. I would have, too. I mean, Timmy could have easily been on the football team on account of his size and could be pretty intimidating when he wants to be. Not that I've ever been on the receiving end of that, but he looked pretty intimidating from my vantage point.

"Timmy!" I screamed out. He looked over at me.

The guy was seriously groveling now. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! You're not a slut!"

Timmy let him go, albeit a little forcefully, but at least now it did not look like anything wrong was happening. Airi was shaking her head.

I should seriously be a psychic. I knew something like that was going to happen, but I had no idea it would happen then. I'm so gifted. Well, except for the whole boyfriend part, but whatever.

We came to the Spanish class Airi and I had. She had to do a make-up assignment, and I wanted to go with because I wanted to see if I had any zeros I could make-up. And Timmy... well, I'm not really sure why he came with us, but oh well. Speaking of him, though, he wasn't that much of a talker at the moment. He wasn't looking at me, anyways. Maybe he was embarrassed. For what, I couldn't tell you, but he oughtn't have been. I mean, he was totally awesome, sticking up for me and my "innocense" and all.

The only zero I had was something Mr. Andrews didn't have for me to make-up. So I was kind of just standing there, waiting for Airi to finish up, while Timmy was subtly telling me how much time he had left before he had percussion sectionals(I guess it's not enough to hold a 50 pound instrument on your shoulders for the marching, you also had to do it for a straight hour because Mr. Howe is a freaking perfectionist. Must SUCK to be in the drumline.), and I was like: "Airi, are you almost done?"

And she was like: "No, you can leave."

"But friends suffer together!" (Says me)

Timmy interjected: "I have five minutes until practice..."

"Okay, I'm going. I'll be waiting in the band room for you, braving the drumline's sound in a confined space!" (Me again)

So me and Timmy left and he went off for practice(I admire the freaking drumline, sometimes. So much dedication...), and I sat in my chair for a total of three minutes before high-tailing it out of the room. After waiting for about three minutes(I've said this before, I'm NOT a patient person), I went to the Spanish room and Airi finished up and we went to our lockers and then over to listen to music Piper, Jade, and their followers were listening to.

Rehearsal was pretty much run-of-the-mill, though the 98.5 tailgating people were playing songs I knew and so I was shake-shake-shaking my booty to it when I was supposed to be standing at attention... hehehe, oops.

We went back to the band room, where Timmy pretended not to notice me. I couldn't understand, maybe he broke some man-code or something. Kioshi came over and we did some major flirting. We both "did" each other. (Which means he zipped up my coat and I zipped up his. Yes, the bandgeeks are perverted. You'd be surprised how kinky Alex can make our band uniforms sometimes, doing the whole "shiny buttons" thing.)

I was kind of glad that Larry and Natalie went out for dinner. At least none of us had to see them get "cuddly" (Though Larry had vowed not to be after Mr. Talbot had lectured him about the PDA...).

Something important: we got hats this time!And if you're a bandgeek and you saw the Cavaliers at DCI(A/N: They were awesome! The Green Machine, heck yeah!), then you'll know what our hat looks like because it looks just like theirs! I know, I know. We're lucky.

Airi's mom put my hair up in ties, which actually didn't turn out to be a good idea and you'll find out why, and we donned our hats and marched in.

Piper threw up before half-time because she was choking and no one noticed(not very often does she go unnoticed, let me tell you...) So she had to stick her finger down her throat and puke it out.

Yeah. The band's THAT hard on us that they often drive us to work so hard we puke.

You know I'm kidding.

I was suffering a bit during the game too, though it wasn't that bad after half-time, thank God. I mean, it was "that time of the month" and cramps were coming in MONSTER waves of pain, plus some intimately placed blisters... bleh. Though usually it doesn't make me throw up(which I did do on Wednesday, but usually the cramps only last ONE day).

It was our first game doing ALL of the drill for the show, and I think it was pretty good, overall.

After the game, Kioshi left with a quick kiss on my cheek before I even had my coat off. I was trying to get all the hair ties out of my hair for Airi, but by the time I had gotten them all(Timmy had tried to assist, but he didn't want to hurt me, so when he went off the find scissors, I just pulled it straight out.), she was gone, so it was pretty much a waste.

The next day I awakened early and left for Knoxville, where I went to a Tennessee Vols football game at Neyland Stadium(NEVER have I seen such a large crowd, we succeeded in doing the wave three times before it died down!). I didn't really come for the football game, but for the marching band, and I was a bit intimidated at how large their band was. Their brass section was about the size of our own band!

The Vols won 31-30, and it took TWO hours to go from Neyland Stadium to residential Knoxville(I was staying with my grandparents). I slept in a REALLY uncomfortable bed, scared that the ghost of my Auntie Dottie was going to do something fearsome that I called the first person I thought of: Timmy.

We talked for... I don't even KNOW how long about everything and nothing. But it was calming and I'd never fallen asleep that fast at my grandparents' in my life.

I think our marching band should have capes on our uniforms. Speaking of that... I need to do something about how the bandgeeks are getting picked on... We are the elite. They should seriously bow down to us.

Don't kill my dream. I like them! And I think some people will agree with me...

And I'm also waiting for Kioshi to invite me to the Homecoming Dance. Waiting... STILL waiting here...

(Still not working...)

So that be it on this chapter. I introduced you to the bullying. Heck yeah. Okay. Now your turn. Review!

Lady Epur